&#this old world well;;don’t it make you wanna think “damn.”#&

June 4, 2009 - Leave a Response

I stumbled across this tonight, it’s something I wrote at the very start of Year 12. I think we were told “Write a feature article about belonging.” – a very inspiring starting point. The actual thing isn’t that well written but it was properly researched and has some interesting facts, so instead of bothering to rewrite/condense the points, you get to read all of it.

be-lon-ging /bǝ’lɒᶇιᶇ, bi-/ noun 1. relationship, affinity 2. {to belong} have the right personal or social qualities to be a member of a particular group

As a child, I used to build houses out of Lego® blocks. One block, two blocks, red blocks, blue blocks. The last two, however, could never be combined- this was an absolutely essential design feature of my four-walled, single-door masterpieces. To my six-year-old self, it just didn’t seem natural that a blue block could be happily nestled amongst all those reds; wouldn’t it want to fit in?

Many years later, I look back on this theory with some amusement, as I contemplate the very high likelihood that I was not so worried about the happiness of a non-conforming blue block as the generally aesthetically displeasing effect it gave to my houses. Yet it causes me to think- what became of the blue block, when it was rejected from the house of red bricks? And indeed, what becomes of people when they are rejected from society?

It is increasingly apparent that early childhood experiences can have a significant impact on the development of children, continuing right through to adulthood. The factors range from interfamily relationships to socioeconomic status, all having an effect on social and emotional development. Essentially, a sense of worthiness, belonging and acceptance in the wider community is the aim; but in such a society where conformity is (though perhaps not admitted openly) the ideal, how can children who are different be expected to flourish? Research shows that people from low socioeconomic backgrounds have a doubled risk of depression later in life compared to those from high socioeconomic backgrounds. This is not to say, however, that depression does not occur amongst higher-income earners. Even the wealthy keenly feel the need to belong, but some can tragically fall under the impression that they are valued only for their success, not for their actual self, leading to depression and a lowered sense of esteem.

A recent study also indicates that children from lower socioeconomic backgrounds, single-parent families or divorced parents have a greater likelihood of troubled relationships throughout their life. A loving family forms the basis for a child’s sense of belonging, and holds a sense of security for children. If this attachment is absent or compromised during early developmental years, it is also likely that peer relationships later on in life will suffer. Without these attachments, there is an increased risk that a child will grow up socially incompetent and also disadvantaged intellectually. Research carried out by the Supported Accommodation Assistance Program, a government project assisting the homeless, cites family or relationship breakdown as the reason behind 11 per cent of homelessness in NSW, and domestic and family violence as the cause of 22 per cent.

“Homelessness is an inadequate experience of connectedness with family and community,” says Dominic Mapstone, a social worker and director of Rebeccas Community, a support network for homeless youths. He believes that giving homeless people a group in which they feel valued and a sense of belonging promotes positive thinking, leading to active attempts to re-establish their place within society.

“Just dreaming of a better life is depressing in the long run because the dreams don’t come true. The fact is, unless you are actively choosing to do something different this month compared to last, you aren’t in charge of your life, it’s in charge of you.”

Kevin Barbieux of Nashville, Tennessee, also commonly known as “The Homeless Guy”, had similar points to make. [this is a real guy, I didn't make up that name... and this wasn't part of the article, this is me clarifying later haha]

“The only thing that motivates a homeless person to leave homelessness is a renewed belief that he or she is truly welcomed by society, and that a real place of significance and dignity awaits them once they leave homelessness.”

Common to these examples is an underlying need for acceptance and belonging, which, according to Abraham Maslow’s “Hierarchy of Needs”, a theory published in 1943, is crucial in maintaining a healthy self esteem and confidence. Encompassed in the category “Love and Belonging”, however, is the term “sexual intimacy”, and it is here perhaps where too many adolescents are left by the wayside. Studies show that amongst the young gay, lesbian and bisexual community, there is an increased risk of depression, substance abuse, homelessness and school dropout when compared to their heterosexual peers. Suicide attempts have been acknowledged by a disturbing 42 per cent of GLB teens and young adults. Most of these attempts occurred after the person had identified themselves as gay, but before having a same-sex experience and before publicly revealing themselves as gay. This alarming fact draws attention to the stigmatisation and negative connotations associated with the GLB community. It is the fear in the minds of these young people that they will not belong in society once revealing themselves as gay which drives them into depression, and potentially to their death. This fear of rejection is also prevalent amongst other minority groups, such as those distinguished by race.

There is something wrong with our society when we expect everyone to conform to an ideal, unattainable by so many, and reject those who do not fit the mould. Every human being has the ability to dream of a better day, and every human being should have the right to strive for it.

Next time I’ll leave the blue Lego® block exactly where it was- amongst the red, celebrating its uniqueness.

The houses always were a bit boring anyway.

&#and i’m sure you’re on your way;;yes i’m sure you’re on the road#&

May 25, 2009 - 4 Responses

I spent all of last night and all of this morning reading a book; Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher. Fascinating in a somewhat morbid sort of way, it’s the (fictional) story of Hannah Baker, a girl who has committed suicide. Before doing so, she records 13 tapes explaining the parts that 13 (or maybe 12, I think the first might be more of an intro) different people had to play in her decision and sends them out to the first person, to be listened to and passed on, so that all those people who affected her in some way would know that they did.

It was the sort of book that you don’t want to put down (figuratively, I guess, seeing as how I was actually reading it on the computer), but you need to occasionally walk away from it because it is just too heavy to take in all at once. Spend an hour doing something that requires no thought whatsoever before coming back to it.

It is amazing to think about how much all the small things you do or say can affect people, either positively or negatively. It all has the ability to snowball and impact on someone’s life so much more than you would expect. Something to be thought about more carefully than I currently do anyway. Stop and bother to find out what’s going on in people’s lives. Most just want someone else to show that they care. We never know who our own Hannah Baker is going to be.

&#masquerade;;paper faces on parade;;hide your face so the world will never find you#&

May 20, 2009 - 3 Responses

You mention I seem withdrawn,

I tell you it’s just school;

it isn’t.

I say I’m fine;

I’m not.

I eat a chocolate from the box which I carry round, the ever-present temptation

while I think about whether vinegar really does work as an appetite suppressant

(despite the fact that I never even have an appetite – but just in case).

You notice I never bring lunch,

I tell you I always run out of time in the morning;

you make time for what you want

(and bringing no food and no money forces me not to eat).

You say I look tired,

I tell you I stayed up doing work;

I didn’t

(this is just what the body looks like when you don’t pay the right attention to it).

You tell me to put a jumper on, that I look freezing,

I say I’m not cold;

I am

(I’m just trying to prove to myself that I haven’t changed, that I haven’t screwed myself up).

You tell me to smile,

I do;

only to please you

(I’d rather hide).

You say you don’t have the time,

I don’t want the time;

here

(have mine).

&#taking all your money to the grave;;it does no good to anyone;;especially the one you’re trying to save#&

May 13, 2009 - 2 Responses

I like to think that at some point in my life something will happen which vaguely resembles a scene from a movie, just so I can say that it happened. That’s an irrelevant thought but I figured I’d throw it in.

There’s a lady who catches my train in the morning. Day in, day out, she is there. She has really long hair which she always wears in a plait, probably about mid-40s, always with the same round sunglasses and a different trashy romance novel everyday (sero she must have the biggest collection or really be a dedicated library-goer). Now I just introduced that statement with “a lady who catches my train”, emphasis on the my. What makes it my train? Well, nothing, really. Except that it is my life and therefore everything I choose within it is mine. The train I regularly catch becomes mine, and she is a commuter on my train. But what if I am actually a commuter on hers? She could say the same about me; every day on her train there is this teenage girl wearing a uniform who carries a black backpack and steps onto the train, looks around the carriage whilst putting in her red ipod and then whips out something to read. The point I am making is that everything in our lives, naturally, revolves around ourselves. I get off the train at Kogarah and that is my daily encounter with the trashy-novel-lady over. But that isn’t her day over! She does not exist solely in relation to me! What a revelation. Everyone is so completely interconnected and completely disconnected at the same time. I see this lady every day, it would be weird if she wasn’t there, and for the 25 minutes we spend on the same train each morning, our frame of reference is the same. After that, she has a life completely unconnected from mine over which I exert absolutely no influence. All my teachers; I know so much about them, and them me, and yet in the end, our lives are not connected. Well they are, to an extent, but it’s like a network of connections, and essentially, without that one link, we will go on without each other just fine. It’s an odd thought, and not particularly comforting on an egotistical level, but when you think about it; knowing that greater society will not suffer from your disappearance is quite good.

In other news, I’m completely in love with Brandi Carlile atm :)

&#may angels lead you in;;hear you me, my friends;;on sleepless roads the sleepless go;;may angels lead you in#&

April 27, 2009 - 11 Responses

Dear ###,
We have known each other so long. I will never be as good at making friends as you. I will never be as popular as you. I will never work as hard as you. Please; the underhanded competition is getting old. Let me be who I am without giving me the feeling that you disapprove of so much I do.

Dear ###,
I never meant to do that to you. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t. Thankyou for understanding. You will be fine. Life will get better. I promise.

Dear ###,
Leave her. She is no good for you. She is making you unhappy. Don’t give up on love because she’s a bitch- you have so much to give to someone else. It’ll happen when the time’s right. You need to see that your happiness doesn’t come from being in a relationship; you have to be happy with yourself before you can let someone else in.

Dear ###,
You have it so easy. I think, anyway. Maybe there is something else going on that I don’t know about, but I don’t think so. I used to wish my life would be as blessed as yours. I don’t anymore. Everything I’ve gone through has made me who I am (and I think I’m more interesting than you now!)

Dear ###,
You have changed so much. I’m so glad; you’re a fantastic person. You deserve your happiness. Please love yourself like I love you.

Dear ###,
I wish I had your faith.

Dear ###,
I don’t know whether we have drifted or not. Perhaps we have. I used to talk to you so easily, now conversation seems fragmented and shallow. I think you can be really petty. Still, I don’t want to lose you.

Dear ###,
I don’t know why I love you so much, but I do. You make me so happy whenever I’m with you. Thankyou for being who you are, and never apologising for it.

Dear ###,
Work to your potential. You are smart, really smart. Apply yourself. Don’t just wander through life, because you are going to be brilliant. I can already see your name in the lights.

Dear ###,
You should’ve loved me.

Dear ###,
You really screwed up. I can’t forgive you, not yet anyway. You’re horribly selfish.

Dear ###,
I admire you so much. You are one of the strongest people I know. Get over him; he wasn’t good enough for you.

Dear ###,
Everything about you is so complicated, but I don’t mind.

Dear ###,
I would’ve never thought we’d still be here. You are one of the best people I know. I don’t know if you realise how much I admire and appreciate you. You’re one of my best friends. Thankyou- I can always count on you to really care.

Dear ###,

Everyone else loves you. You owe it to yourself to do the same. You will be successful, whatever you do. Don’t let yourself be less than you know you can be. I believe in you.

xxc.

&#dear future;;i bought you;;i own the rights;;to let go;;destroy you;;this is my life#&

April 24, 2009 - One Response

(una)
wonderment is everywhere
as she makes her way forward
the first step
so unsteady
but so determined
{she will get there}

(duae)
fairies in the garden are
enough to excite sparks in the
brown eyes that
REFLECT|TCELFER
light like a mirror
untainted
by images of destruction
or by promises
broken
like the doll she
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
on the pavement
c/r/a/c/k
the tears that followed
merely trickling
compared to the river that will
RUSH
later
she knows no later
not yet
{she will get there}

(tres)
bright red lips
complement the vibrant blue shadow
that covers the lids of her eyes
in a shade that does no justice to the
beauty of her natural iris
she doesn’t feel pretty
but she does feel
grown up
finally
maybe the boys will notice
they didn’t today
they will tonight
{she will get there}

(quattuor)
she is flying
high like a bird
high on the swings
high on more than life
she
s
l
i
p
s

another of that
which brings on
#oBLiVioN#
after all
who needs to remember
who wants to remember
when life is like this
?
freedom is so
close
when you have
the key
{she will get there}

(quinque)
her body is not hers
as he takes
control
it is easier to do this when
he doesn’t love you
if you don’t
love yourself
if she is not good for anything else
she is good for this
{she will get there}

(sex)
she bends
double
over that which serves
as a portal
into another world
a world of
grace
finesse
beauty
her tears mix angrily with
her hateful habit
the monster
seizes her
again
“just once more”
once more for beauty
once more for perfection
{she will get there}

(septem)
she breaks
the heart
of he who struggled
so hard
to keep her
happy
she wants him to go away
she doesn’t need him
she doesn’t need anybody
she’s fine.
leave her alone
{she will get there}

(octo)
all childish innocence
has gone
disappeared
like her
body
withering like her
and the
dreams
she held for herself
so long ago
when fairies
were still at the bottom of the garden

{she might not get there}

(novem)
she lies
d
o
w
n

how do they do it?
how do they keep themselves
up
?
it is so much
effort
she is so tired
she is so sick
of it
all
{she won’t get there}

(decem)
-Anon-
Suddenly.
Aged 21 years.
We will never forget our angel
who has flown back to Heaven.
“A ray of sunshine in a world filled with darkness.”
Family and friends are invited to attend
a memorial service at 11 o’clock on Monday morning.
No flowers by request, donations can instead
be made to the BeyondBlue Organisation. Thankyou.

-

-

-

[Leila, if you read this - I wrote this before reading your notes on FB haha. No intent to steal ideas, I guess we just write similarly, though obviously with completely different levels of skill lol :) ]

&#and i could write a book;;the one they’ll say that shook the world;;and then it took;;it took it back from me#&

April 13, 2009 - 2 Responses

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I had intended to write this and leave it closed so no one could read it, but then I was talking to a friend about its contents and realised she felt exactly the same way about a lot of it – for this reason, I am opening most of my previously-passworded posts. Maybe some day someone will read them and realise that they are not alone in their pain.

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I think it can be safely assumed that, for most teenage girls (and guys too, I guess, though that area is generally not where my experience lies), the body and appearance are an issue; for some though, it is much more constant and plaguing than it is for others.

We live in such a superficial world that these kind of thoughts are rather inevitable, but it’s also because of this that certain people feel like they are not “allowed” to have these thoughts, and that’s where I’m going with this: I feel guilty for thinking that I need to lose weight when I know my body, really, is fine anyway, or so I am told. It’s as if it is wrong of me to even contemplate the desire when other people have worse bodies than I do. But why shouldn’t I be allowed to feel like this? I can’t help it, so why should I have to feel guilty as well? Do they think that I want to be like this? This constant swinging between thinking my body is fine, and being filled with self-loathing?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me though; I know my body is fine. I know other people think my body is fine. And yet I still hate it.

People say that if I want to lose weight, I just need to be really healthy and do lots of exercise. Well what if I’m already doing that and it’s not coming off? Is it necessary to cut absolutely everything bad out of my diet? That’s no fun. I used to have times where I’d say I’d be really healthy, and it would last for about a week, until I had one bad thing; then I just thought “Oh well, I’ve already had that,” and it would just spiral downwards, which leaves you feeling worse than before, because now you have the guilt of knowing you failed.

My answer last year was to starve myself. It wasn’t really a conscious decision; I just started skipping meals. Often I would go through an entire day only having eaten a very small amount of dinner – the only meal my mum was there to see me eat. It lasted for a number of months. And to be honest, it was the best my body’s ever been. I am in no way saying this is the best option, but for me, it did what the other conventional methods didn’t – it worked. Yet I still knew I couldn’t do it forever; even though I didn’t feel bad about doing it, I still knew I shouldn’t be, and I didn’t want to become that girl with the eating disorder.

Earlier this year I was choking on some food and I had to force myself to throw up. As I did, fleetingly it went through my head “That wasn’t hard, you could do that,” but I immediately felt guilty for even thinking it, because even though it seemed like a plausible option for a moment, I knew it really wasn’t. The thing that I hated most about that moment though was why I knew I couldn’t – I didn’t want to screw up my HSC. I hated myself so much for my reasoning, but there it is, plain and simple. I stopped myself from heading down a very dark path not because of a love for myself or because I knew subconsciously it was wrong, I stopped because I wanted to do well in some exams, and I knew throwing up all my meals wouldn’t allow that.

This post isn’t going to end in some revelation about how I realised you just have to live with what you’ve got and accept your body for what it is and love yourself and all the crap – I still don’t believe it. I just needed to write this all down somewhere, because carrying all this agony around can only be adding to my weight.

&#on the back of a motorbike;;with your arms outstretched trying to take flight#&

April 5, 2009 - One Response

I think for a long time I have been trying to be someone I’m not. Not to impress anyone, not for any reason except that I want to be someone who I am not. Finally I think I’ve come to terms with myself, and my dreams, and I will realise them. I refuse to settle for less than what I want, and no one can make me, even if I have to go the long way.

No matter how many times she throws the phrase “midlife crisis” at me, I cannot forgive him. He’s a jerk who is choosing some strange woman over his children. There is no condition which should induce someone to do that. He should have been stronger. I want to tell him to “fuck off!” but I can’t because he has the money. Isn’t that a cruel twist? He leaves us and we’re not even allowed to hate him. At least we’re allowed to hate his family. Fuckwits.

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March 1, 2009 - 7 Responses

You know why I don’t believe in God?

Sometimes I question whether it’s because I’ve never been able to bring myself to put that much faith into one thing. I sometimes wonder if it is just my scientific side coming out; I cannot logically explain the universe and its goings on with a religion, but physics will do it for me.

Tonight I realised, though these may contribute to the overall non-faith, it’s not the whole picture.

It’s because I believe in the power of humanity. We don’t need a divine ruler to help us do good, or to be who we want to be. We have the power to change our own lives. It is not our choice to have obstacles presented to us, but it is our choice how we deal with them. We can crumble, or we can thrive. Often the most inspiring stories are born amidst disaster.

I have always liked this quote by Albert Einstein – “Only a life lived for others is worth living.”

In the end, we are all the same. We all have the ability to change lives. And we only get one of our own. You’re born, you live, you die. I don’t believe in the afterlife. I believe that this – this, the 80-90 odd years you are given – this is it. This is when we have to do our good. Life isn’t some practice run, this is all we have. Run it like a sprinter, because you only get one go. Pacing yourself – who cares. We’re not in it to win.

Dazzle the world while you have your chance.

Everyone has the power to choose their own destiny.

Be somebody worth being, change lives, make your own count.

Like I said, this is it.